Oh side pocket, what would I do without you. You've been there for me since I picked you up at a certain clothing store, at a certain mid-class shopping mall, in a certain overpopulated town, nicely seamed on a certain pair of slim fit jeans. You never disappoint me with your ability to keep things snugly in place. Phones, coins, earphones, candies and on occasion, redundant folded flyers that I didn't want to read, forcefully handed out to me. Not to forget your little mini-me pocket compartment that's been a special place to keep my keys, guitar picks and whatnot. You're like an inanimate kangaroo! You can be a tease at times, when you cling on to my phone too tightly. Thus whenever it vibrates, I let out a meek squeal in public. But you've always been my favorite pocket. I don't care about the one on the other side. He's just there for decoration purposes and to maintain a symmetrical balance of the pants. Much less the back pockets. Pfft. Why are they even there? They hinder me from having a comfortable sit whenever they're stuffed with things. Anyways I just want to take time to appreciate how magnificently efficient you are. I hope to wear you for long years to come.
p.s. don't get a hole on yourself.